Chasing silver-linings in my dreams
Happiness tastes so bittersweet
But it means nothing to me
It comes in waves
Misery always gets the best of me
Substance divides and takes
Wishful thinking never brought me better days
It repeats and replays
Spent a life time retracing outlines of the mistakes I've made
A sickness lingers but I still feel empty the same
(I still feel empty the same)
Holy Ghost my lonesome host
Sing me to sleep with your songs of misery
Holy Ghost my cancerous home
Let my soul decay i'll give it all away
I'll always reap what I've sown
I'll always reap what I've sown
How many times can I bury these ghosts?
It always takes, takes, takes
Dead history repeats and replays
An absence of heart always gets the best of me
It always takes, takes takes
Dead history repeats and replays
Wishful thinking never brought me better days
Chasing silver-linings in my dreams
Happiness tastes so bittersweet but it means nothing to me
Chasing silver-linings in my dreams
Happiness tastes so bittersweet but it means nothing to me
I still feel empty the same
It's like i'm sinking in my sleep
Nothing more than misery could ever mean this much to me
(And the permanence of pain haunts so beautifully in my sleep, a picturesque reality of How happiness is always out of reach)
Holy Ghost my lonesome host
Sing me to sleep with your songs of misery
Holy Ghost my cancerous home
Let my soul decay I'll give it all away